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luveline · 2 months

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hiii jadey <3 i’ve been having a bit of a rough time in college lately and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write some bombshell!reader where spencer talks about being bullied in high school and maybe bombshell can relate? even if not, just a lot of comfort please? i hope you’re doing well!! <333

ty for ur request!!! fem

It’s a blessing and a curse whenever you come around. Spencer’s thinking he hadn’t seen you in a while when your text lights up his screen, a summoning if there ever was one.

Hi Spencer, I need some help with my laptop. It turns out for about ten seconds and then turns off again. Do you think you can fix it?

He has no idea. Probably. Do you want me to come by SCU?

No need

“Spencer!” you say, practically glowing as you drop your messenger bag on his already crowded desk. “Sorry, that’s so heavy.”

“You’re here,” he says, surprised.

You lean down to hug him in his chair. Spencer can’t ignore that he likes every part of you, your arms as they wrap around his shoulders, the perfume on your neck as you touch your cheek to his, even the soft exhale of your breath by his ear. “Hi, Dr. Reid,” you say gently. “Missed you. So happy my laptop isn’t working ‘cos now I get to see you.”

You pull away with a grin. Your lips are a shade of pink that Spencer won’t soon forget.

“That was fast.”

“So fast,” you say. “You know I love an excuse to see you and to not be at work.”

You work very hard, but you’re like anyone. Stealing time is fun and free. “You’re not gonna get in trouble, right?”

“With who? Hotch doesn’t care if I’m here and Sandy,” —you full body shiver at the mention of your boss— “won’t notice I’m gone for another hour. Besides, I can’t have a broken laptop. They’re pretty cool, right?”

“Laptops?”

“Yeah, I like them. I just need the WiFi to work everywhere.” You squint at him. “Is that something you can do?”

Spencer cannot make the WiFi work everywhere you go, but he can soft reset your laptop after a short investigation of the problem. It takes about five minutes, in which you steal Morgan’s chair and get comfortable next to him, legs crossed, hand resting open on your thigh. “You’re so smart. I bet you were very popular in high school.”

He laughs, startled, a horrible sinking feeling moving through his chest. “What? Why would you think that?”

“‘Cos you’re a genius at everything, right? I bet you were always helping people with their homework.”

His lips last. He doesn’t know what to say. “I don’t think I talked to anyone in high school who didn’t want to hang me at the top of a flag pole,” he says honestly.

Your lovely smile falls flat. “What?”

“I skipped a couple of grades, so I was younger than everybody, and I wasn’t well liked. I was actually bullied pretty badly.” He laughs again with that same brittle panic. He’s talking without thinking, it just spilled out, it’s spilling still, “I used to get beat up for breathing wrong.”

You’re quiet. Spencer panics worse because why has he told you that? You’re so sweet to him but that doesn’t mean you wanted to know about his worst moments, he can practically feel the affection you had for him melting away as you realise he’s a loser, he’s pathetic–

“I was bullied too,” you say, giving him a tentative smile. “All the way through high school and a little bit after that, too. Maybe that’s why we get along so well, huh?”

He looks at his hands. “You were?”

“Yep.” He can hear the strain of wanting to sound normal. “I mean, I didn’t get beat up, Spencer, that’s awful and I’m– I’m so sorry.”

You’re the last person he’d ever want an apology from, because you’re one of the only people he’s ever met who likes him as he is. You could never make him hurt the way he did back then. High school was years ago and it lingers like it happened yesterday. “I can still remember the stuff they used to say to me,” he says.

“I got made fun of for so much stuff,” you agree. “Boys I didn’t even know would berate me in the halls for just being there. I got called ugly so much I genuinely believed I was for years.”

“You’re not ugly,” he says immediately.

“I know.”

He nods thoughtfully. “It’s hard trying to forget about it. I think if people knew how much I carry with me from then they’d tell me to let it go, but I can’t.”

“You don’t have to let it go, Spence, so long as you know it’s not your fault it happened.”

You offer your hand. Spencer stares at it. You wiggle your fingers and he thinks, Oh, grasping it quickly, before you change your mind. Your fingers slide between his and you rub the back of his hand with your thumb, smiling approvingly, eyes crinkled with pleasure.

“They don’t know what they missed,” you say, a hint of shyness in your voice that’s swiftly covered by your usual confident drawling, “they had unfiltered and unadulterated access to the Spencer Reid, n’ I have to pretend my laptops broken just to see you. So crazy.”

You give his hand a good squeeze.

“It was sort of broken,” he says as you take your hand back. He’s sure his brain is broken too.

“Nah, it always does that. I just give it a love tap and it fixes it again.”

“A what?” He laughs so loudly it turns heads. His crush on you turns to full blown infatuation.

#spencer and bombshell!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

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bamsara · 1 year

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#49. “Is somebody jealous?” If you feel like it 🤙

Sun-Centric, Moon at the end. | Wordcount: 1,763 | A03 Version

Romantic-leaning.

Taking advantage of the fact that my Sun cannot lie, so he either deflects or avoids the question, while Moon is more blunt. Takes place in ARC 2 (Moon reinstated as DCA, restrictions taken off Sun)

(Also, consider this a draft crumb for a future chapter of Solar Lunacy, so, spoilers. You may see a similar scene in the actual fic later.)

He's the father of one of the children; the boy who's got a obsession with Monty, even shares the same hairstyle and sunglasses as the animatronic, although his parent is a bit duller as you'd expect: Confident guy, cleaned up and usually wearing dull sweaters with dark hair. Used to wear glasses but just wears contacts anymore, and he's got a arm tattoo of a skeleton riding a motocycle under his sleeves hidden by the clothing so it's not an issue at his job.

You don't learn this things of free will, by the way. The guy just really likes to talk to you past departure time whenever you're the one checking the kids out at the door. He's a rabbler, that one, and it goes quickly from a refreshing casual conversation to a realization that he was staying at touch over his welcome.

Sun usually comes to your rescure, in the oddest of ways, sometimes.

Sometimes he'll come up behind you, shoo you off to go collect some other child for another parent while he 'verifies' the parent's identity (which you know is bollocks, since the father picks up the same boy every day he's dropped off and the little troublemaker never had an issue recognizing the guy)

Other times he'll yell something about children knocking over a tower, or throwing ballpit toys or pool noodles, and despite knowning damn well he can handle them well enough, you'll excuse yourself to go take care of the scene without coming off as rude to the customer.

Really, you don't want to come off rude to a Pizzaplex guest. You're not exactly sure where you're job stands as it is. You're not going to take any risks of a complaint.

It takes a little bit longer this time. A child is currently sobbing over a skinned knee they got from rough housing in the pizzaplex while you're at the doors checking out the troublemaker and the twins to their respective parents. The mothers of the twins collect their boys, bid you a good day and leave well enough. The father of the troublemaker, as usual, lingers even after his name is marked off the list.

"Gettin' pretty cold out, aint it?" He says, pulling a small phone out of his pocket and handing it to the boy. His son takes it, and is busy with a mobile game quicker than you can blink. "Not gonna be much longer until Christmas."

You smile. Sun is busy comforting the child in the back end of the Daycare, so you'll have to navigate this conversation on your own. "Yep. Look's like we'll be as busy as ever."

It's carefully chosen words, and you watch the reaction in his face as you say them. It seems to be the correct choice, because something in his face steels. "Yeah, yeah. Say, you got any hobbies outside of this place?"

A casual, nonformal shrug. "I spend most of my time here, actaully."

"Oh, I gotcha." He chuckles. "Getting tired of hanging around robots yet?"

"Not really." Still smiling, gotta keep up apperances. "They're actaully great friends of mine."

Something shifts in the man's expression. Not in the way that makes you think he'd suddenly think less of you to like hanging around robots, but like he's just unlocked some sort of secret backstory lore for his favorite character in a video game, and you're the npc. "Oh, really? That's pretty cool of you. You know, I work with a couple robots myself. Over at the office." He talks like he's bragging you have something in common. "Takes out the trash and gets the coffee. Like interns, but you don't have to pay em."

Your smile stretches a bit thin. "They do good work. My friend Sun might need my help in a moment."

It's a light excuse, one that doesn't seem likes it's going to work because you don't hear a child crying anymore, and Sun isn't anywhere to be seen from a glance around the Daycare. The father interjects again. "Oh, yeah. Lanky guy, isn't he?"

"He's probably getting things ready for naptime." You turn to step away from the door. "I should go get the blankets-"

Your step away seems to activate something in him. "Oh, wait! Before you're busy. Didn't mean wanna impose, but would you-?"

A flash of yellow, reds and oranges comes into your vision rather quickly in the corner of your eye, and Sun is there (thank god) with a toddler curled up in his arms. She's already sleeping, and he's careful the beads in her hair don't press inbetween where her head rests against his chassis, and talks in a whisper-yell. "Heelllooooooo, there!"

The father looks a bit startled to seem him for a second before his composure returns, and you try not to look visably relieved. "Everything under control?"

"You betcha!" Sun manages to be loud and quiet at the same time, a feat only he can achieve, and turns to the father and his son standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry, but the Daycare will have it's naptime soon, so we'll be turning off the lights and trying to keep to our inside voices." He talks calm, assertive. "Is there anything else I can help you with before you go?"

This seems to work, the father blows air through his nose in semblance of a sigh, and shrugs. "Ah, nah. We've got it here." He turns to you to say the goodbye, though. "See you around."

You and Sun speak in unison as the pair leaves. "Have a Faztastic day!"

The door shuts behind the man and his son, and you feel the tension leave from your shoulders. Children are already getting into their mats and blankets on their own (save for two that are trying to fit into one sleeping bag so they can nap together, but you don't break them up or else they have nightmares) and you don't see much else for you to do other than to turn the lights off.

Sun holds the sleeping toddler in one arm, a hand coming up to gently cover her ears with the other. "Bit of a talker, that one."

"It's not like he's doing anything wrong." You shrug, setting your clipboard on the security desk. "Just chooses the worst time. I mean, like, c'mon. I'm at work here. I can't chat with people at the door."

"Would you prefer outside the Pizzaplex?" The animatronic asks. He doesn't look as nervous when you approuch the light switch anymore. Well, usually. "I'm sure he'd like that."

You don't reach for the light switch yet; doing so mid conversation would be rude, but you still raise a brow. "Sounding a little suspisious there, Sunny."

"Suspisious." He repeats, scoffing. "His intentions are plain as day! And I'm the day! Look at me! I'm telling you. Right now."

It's playful behavior, and the way he sounds when it's flared up is a little funny, so you cross your arms and lean against the wall next to the light switch. "Okay? What if I like the attention?"

Sun's smile thins. "Oh, we doubt that."

"But what if you're wrong? Would it be so bad?" You're teasing him, obviously, that much is clear. You can tell by the look on your friend's face that he's two seconds away from rolling his eyes (or maybe he is already, and you just can't see the pupils) but you're allowed to poke at the Daycare Attendant every now and then. "Maybe we'll never know because you keep chasing him off."

"I would gasp right now, dramatic and awful, but the childern are trying to sleep." Sun sounds incredbably deadpan. "And I'm not going to entertain your theatrics-"

"My theatrics?" You give a short laugh. "The last time he was doing this, you pretended to fall and break a leg so I could excuse myself to 'repair' you."

Sun holds up one finger to you. "And yet you still came running!"

"...Boo."

"There will be no 'booing' in the daycare-"

"Oh, boo. You just don't want me to get a date cause you'd miss me." You snort.

Sun looks like he's about to say something, then goes quiet, face static. You grin. The girl he's holding hasn't stirred yet, but knowning him, he's probably holding back for her sake to defend himself. He only does so after a moment. "Teasing and bullying is not allowed in the Daycare either, or do you think you're always excluded from rules?"

"So you would!" You laugh, and cover your mouth with your hand so it doesn't make so much noise. "And please, you let me get away with so much-"

Sun looks esasperated. "Against our will."

"What are you, jealous?" You continue, and miss the visible stillness that takes over the animatronic when you talk. White pupils deadpan at you and you snicker. "What? Nothing to say? Is somebody jealous?"

You chuckle as the Daycare Attendant stares at you, smiling but silient. It's fun to tease him, but it's about time you let him get back to work before you waste time, and you reach for the light switch, still leaning back agaist the wall. "Alright, alright. I'm done. Let's get-"

A hand reaches out over yours, pressing it against the light switching flipping it off as your fingers are locked underneath it's own. You pause, gaze dropping from the lightswitch and traveling back in front of you towards the animatronic as the lights in the Daycare go out.

The switch happens differently each time, but better times like this, it's a blink, and the Daycare Attendant went a far cry from hiding away each time to this; unwaving eyecontact, leaning int a little too close for comfort as colors change and the pressure on your hand feels a touch sharper.

"Yes." Moon says, deadpan.

You blink. "Uh."

"Blankets." His hand drops from the light switch, from your hand, and adjusts his grip on the still sleeping toddler in his other arm.

The small-talk of an animatronic leans away from you, and casually, turns the opposite direction towards the children who were either half-asleep on their mats already, or quite excited to see him. You watch as the animatronic finds a open mat to tuck the toddler into, mummering quiet hushes to the children around him as he busies himself with his duties.

Well, you might have lost that one. You retrieve the blankets from the supply closet, using your hands to scrub at the warmness in your face when he's not looking.

#Solar Lunacy #fnaf sb #fnaf the daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #moon x reader #sun x reader #writings #drabbles

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layraket · 21 days

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THERE WAS AN UPDATE YOU KNOW THE DRILL SLEEPING BE DAMMED

theres so much going on jokes that i will deffinetly take advantage of theories of the meaning of things the goddamn art everything

first of all apparently Malo Mart turned to a mega corporation???? well sorry twi no 60% of discount for you that sucks

thats rough buddy

i cant take it seriously poor Four, look at that face

thats the face of someone who will be grounded for some time after all this madness and is totally not happy about this

Sky was waiting letters from Sun, maybe she couldn't write something for him? either way poor guy look at his sad face :( the heart makes it better

baby? baby??? smol???? smol hylian???? tiny cute litol hylian????child????

ahhh Time dont just say yes and left it like that! i need to know!!!

Twilight my man at this point you will be grounded dont test the old man's patience

Time knows the dangers of excesive courage, yes it can keep you going and maybe make you win the battle, but can also kill you if youre not careful. This is what almost happened with Twilight, this almost might have happened to Time too

He's scared that for this reckless courage he might loose his descendant, the one who brought hope to him and his wife to form a family and live happy

(also he saying this makes me think more about the posibility of Malon being pregnant, too much mistery please old man just tell me i will not say anithing ur secret is safe plweas)

HERO'S SHADE HERO'S SHADE

not much to say here, it might be a wrong translation that im doing but hey! it reminds me that Twi already knows that Time is the Hero's shade but like. with flesh and eyes. alive.

OKAY HERE I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

When Wild asks Twilight's face changes inmediately, he doesn't want to look down, he still feels the need to be strong in front of the younger heroes, worrying them is the last of his desires

Four is not stupid, he notices the actual mood of Twi and ask again, but with different words. It looks like it really made Twi reconsider things

doesn't exactly talks what was having him a little down moments ago, but at least it seems to calm them, again, they shouldn't be worried after what happened

Twi for hylia who were you thinking he was talking about????

no really i have that question who was he thinking that was asking for him?????

"who kicked the fuck out of that bad lizard??? who did that???? yes you did!! you did it amazing!!! im so proud my beautiful exterminator of dumb lizards!!!"

HE JUST

FUCKING ROLLS

YEAHHH WIND FLIP

Hyrule 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💛💛💛💛💛✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

hes so badass jumping off heck yeah stairs are dumb

also Wind thats a cool move you too legend jumping and rolling are so cool love you guys

Wars dont ruin the fun nono guys keep doing it i'll even give you chips if you do that

oh they really think that Wars is broke and has no money alright

im glad that this bit kept going i love the boys teasing each other (Lege and Wars specially)

hey listen

listen

i dont want to ruin it

but

it would be funny

just

just listen

would be very funny that

it just

breaks

hey it would be funny cmon

andddd theyre off!

Hyrule learns from watching, from the actions and movements that he sees in the enemy, and uses it to make a plan to attack, learn patterns and be ready for anything

yep hes gonna play an important role in the next arc i have a feeling

now buildings art aprecciation cuz holy shit theyre so pretty

gorgeous

fantastic work i feel blessed

(all art credits obv goes to @linkeduniverse ! )

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu update #linked universe update #lu chain #lu spoilers #lu update spoilers #linked universe spoilers #i talk #uhhhh its almost 1 am #idc it was worthy

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mysteryshoptls · 1 month

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SR Vil Schoenheit - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Vil Version ～Let's Make Chocolate Cake 1～

Ghost Chef: I know you said you wanted to take the Master Chef course so you can appear on a cooking show…

Ghost Chef: But I can only teach you how to cook. I don't know anything about television programming.

Vil: I completely understand that. My purpose here is only to strengthen my cooking prowess.

Vil: As I learn the proper techniques and gain experience, each movement I make will start to naturally refine, wouldn't you say?

Ghost Chef: I get it. I feel a bit better after hearing that, Vil-kun. Alright, let's get started on a Chocolate Cake!

Vil: A classic pastry, everyone's favorite. I suppose I should pre-heat the oven.

Ghost Chef: Oh, nicely done. Set it to 180°C.

Vil: Set it for 180°C and… It's now pre-heating. So then, I'll start the prep now.

Ghost Chef: Crack open the eggs into the bowl, then add the granulated sugar. Mix it thoroughly until it's white and thick.

Vil: I understand. Now that I'm taking a look at the ingredients before me, I see that we'll be using a lot more granulated sugar than I had expected.

Vil: It reminds me of the first time I made dressing, I was taken aback by the amount of oil needed for it…

Vil: Unless you make it yourself, there's no telling what kind and how much of certain ingredients are in a dish.

[mixes batter]

Vil: I've been stirring and letting it take in oxygen… It's starting to become fluffy and white.

Ghost Chef: Look at you, moving your hands and speaking at the same time. Is that something you'd have to do on those TV shows?

Vil: That's right. If all I do is cook silently, that would be completely uninteresting, wouldn't you say?

Vil: On top of that, my own pride wouldn't let me appear as though I lack the know-how.

Ghost Chef: Hmmm, that's pretty rough… Alright, go ahead and stir in the cocoa powder and wheat flour.

Vil: I see they're already mixed together. Now I'll just sift it properly so there are no lumps…

Ghost Chef: Nice, well done. Mix it all well together with the rubber spatula as if you're trying to slice it.

Vil: I just need to scoop the batter from the bottom of the bowl and make sure it evenly blends together… Baking cake is much more laborious than I thought.

Vil: Everything has been tidied up, and I've finished making the apricot jam for the cake.

Ghost Chef: The cake sponge has probably cooled enough by now. Try popping it out from the mold.

Vil: Right. …The cake slid out of the mold just like the recipe said it would. Very nice.

Ghost Chef: Alright, now pour the apricot jam you made earlier onto the surface.

Ghost Chef: And spread it evenly across all sides with a palette knife.

Vil: So a thin layer of the jam is spread over the sponge-like surface, to help smooth it out.

Vil: This is exactly how it would be preparing to apply makeup.

Vil: Especially if I think of the jam as the primer, and the chocolate as the foundation.

Ghost Chef: Ahaha. That's an interesting way to put it. Now, let's make the chocolate glaçage.

Ghost Chef: Put the chocolate in the bowl and melt it by immersing the bowl in hot water.

Vil: And then I stir it with the rubber spatula like so… It's starting to melt from around the edges.

Vil: As the chocolate warms, its sweet scent starts to pervade the air.

Ghost Chef: Heh, maybe that aroma will even be trailing out of this kitchen.

Ghost Chef: Oh, looks like the chocolate has all melted. Next, immerse the bottom of the bowl in cold water.

Vil: We just melted it, and now you want me to cool it?

Ghost Chef: Yep. By applying heat and cold repetitively, the cocoa butter in the chocolate can crystallize.

Ghost Chef: When you temper in this way, you can make a velvety rich chocolate glaçage.

Vil: I understand. I'll make sure that this cake is enveloped by the most gorgeous chocolate glaçage you've ever seen.

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Vil Version ～Let's Make Chocolate Cake 2～

Vil: So, we lower the temperature of the chocolate by immersing it in cold water… and then warm it before it hardens?

Ghost Chef: That's right. And don't let up on the stirring. The slightest change in temperature can affect it.

Vil: I can't allow myself to get distracted one bit, hm. I need to be able to continue conversation even while concentrating on the task at hand.

[tempers chocolate]

Ghost Chef: Wow. Tempering is a pretty difficult task, but you did pretty good for your first time!

Vil: Temperature management is just as important in potionology, you see. Even a 1°C difference can transform a potion into poison.

Ghost Chef: I see. I guess your potionology knowledge came in handy, then.

Vil: There's also the way the recipe needs to be fully understood and followed to the letter and the ingredients need to be carefully prepared, measured and mixed in…

Vil: As well as how everything needs to be thoroughly blended together until the desired outcome is realized… Potions and baking have much in common.

Vil: Those who have a penchant for potions and poisons could have what it takes to be a pâtisserie.

Ghost Chef: I-I think it's a little scary to think about how the ability to craft poisons could help bake sweets.

Vil: Joking aside… How does the chocolate glaçage look now?

Ghost Chef: Perfect. That's all you'll need for the tempering. Time to finish the cake!

Ghost Chef: The trick here is to take the palette knife and spread the chocolate before it cools and hardens completely.

Vil: To present a beautiful cake, the chocolate must be uniformly spread over the total surface.

Vil: I only need to think of it as though I am applying foundation after having used primer on the face already.

Vil: Alright, I'm ready to pour the glaçage now.

Vil: The cake sponge is now completely covered in the glaçage. Now I'll use the palette knife as if it were a make-up spatula…

Vil: …LIKE THIS!

Ghost Chef: A-Amazing! Usually, we'll get amateurs overusing the palette knife and leaving lines everywhere, but…

Ghost Chef: You've not a single wasteful movement! What a beautiful display…

Vil: Heh, done to perfection. This is my masterpiece, combining techniques from both make up and potionology.

Ghost Chef: It looks so smooth and shiny and beautiful. It would be a shame to cut into it.

Vil: I fully agree… But I suppose we must head to the judging venue momentarily.

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Idia: I thought I'd just order a choco cake to get a quick sugar high but then… Next thing I know, I'm dragged into this mess...

Vil: So, my judge is Idia, I see. I'm rather surprised you ordered the chocolate cake.

Idia: HIEE! N-N-N-NO WAY, VIL-SHI!?

Idia: Th-There's no way I'm getting out of this without an earful no matter what I say. I'll just smash the like button, so can I go…?

Vil: Stop thinking and tell me what you honestly think. Here, have a taste.

Idia: I-I just need to eat and get this over with… [chew, chew]…

Idia: …I…I g-guess… it's good…?

Idia: Tho this is just a singular opinion… It in no way guarantees or endorses the actual flavor of the product…

Ghost Chef: Uhh, right, so I guess that's a passing grade then. Good job, Vil-kun.

Vil: Indeed, thank you. But more importantly…

Idia: Y-YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO JUDGE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN MORE IMPORTANTLY!?

Vil: I wonder how I looked while cooking. Let's check the camera footage.

Ghost Chef: …Ah! You recorded yourself with your smartphone while cooking!? I didn't even notice!!

Idia: His eyes are just glued to that video… Despite deleting my comment from his IRL feed…

Vil: There doesn't seem to be many issues with how I do any of the basic techniques, like breaking eggs, or mixing the batter.

Vil: The issue is with tempering. I was so focused on the task that I couldn't spare a single glance towards the camera…

Vil: My conversation level dropped immensely. It seems I still have much to improve on.

Vil: Not only do I need to present my food beautifully, but myself as well.

Requested by @sakurakudo and @dare-to-walk-alone.

#twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #twst vil #twst idia #twst translation #twst masterchef

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defilerwyrm · 11 months

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Hey, trans guy here, and while I’m not personally interested in getting bottom surgery, I am interested in writing t4t erotica involving guys who have. Do you have any writing tips on that front or just stuff you wanna see from what I imagine is a pretty underserved niche?

Howdy and that’s awesome!

One thing that would be cool to see represented: not everyone who gets bottom surgery is a top! I’m sure not, though strangely my interest in playing that role has increased since I had the work done. You can be the biggest anal queen this side of Pornhub and still get bottom surgery. Only makes sense, right—if we can accept that having a dick doesn’t automatically make a cis man a top, the same is also true of trans men & transmascs.

Some things about a healed-up phallo dick from my experience, under a cut:

The head is VERY sensitive, and the base is very sensitive. Everything in between that has erotic sensation but in an “Mm that’s nice” kinda way until you add pressure too. Once it’s healed up, it is definitely possible to orgasm from stimulating it. How long that takes will vary, though. I was told it might be up to a year, but I have a crazy healing factor and had it back in like 2-3 months.

If you couldn’t successfully kill the hair follicles on a permanent basis via electrolysis and/or laser prior to surgery, there’ll be hair. (It’s not THAT weird. Plenty of cis men out there have hair on their shafts too!)

If you had a tattoo on your donor site, you’ve got a tattoo on your dick now, lol. It might be unrecognizable depending on where it was originally (especially on the inner wrist/forearm).

There’s a scar up the underside right in the middle and all around the base. The scar up the middle of your scrotum will look similar enough to the natural seam of an OEM scrotum that it’s not really notable.

The scrotum won’t have all the wrinkles an OEM one does at rest.

No foreskin, more’s the pity, but the head looks VERY much like a circumcised OEM penis once it’s healed.

Different donor sites tend to produce different results. The non-dominant forearm is preferred because they take a stretch of nerve with it and it’ll typically have the least subcutaneous fat, so you tend to get the best sensation and shape. With the back or thigh, bigger guys might end up with a Coke can cock, which cis men THINK they want but it’s a different story when it’s always that size.

Yep, it’s always the same size. Which means you’ve got something the size of an average-for-your-height erection at all times.

Without an implant, it’s quite floppy as you can imagine. If you manspread at all, you might have to shake a leg out when you stand up ‘cause your dick’ll go between your thighs, and you’ll notice real quick as soon as you start walking. Masturbation can be awkward depending on how you do it, but “double bagging” (wearing two condoms at once) will keep it stiff enough to top.

There are two types of implants you can get: a flexible rod made of silver encased in biostatic silicone that gets sutured to your pubic bone to make sure it stays in place (how metal is that?!), or an inflatable rod that has a pump & release in the scrotum. Look for “erectile dysfunction implant” if you’re researching these. With the former, you basically always have an erection, but it’s posable; not great if you wear a lot of Speedos, as my surgeon put it. With the latter, you choose when it stands up and when it lies down. These implants, along with testicular implants for those who get them, are always done at least 6-9 months after the initial surgery.

Recovery can be rough. I took 3 months off work and needed it. The first two and a half weeks were the worst because I had a suprapubic catheter in, and dear gods I hated being cathed. Felt like I had to pee at all times, even right after emptying the bag. Worth it, though, absolutely worth it.

If you do radial arm flap, you’ll end up with two scars aside from the ones on your groin: a rectangular graft that goes most of the way around (NOT all the way around; that leads to necrosis!) the forearm from the wrist to about halfway to the elbow; and a less-obvious rectangular scar shaped like an open book on the top of one thigh where they take a split-thickness (meaning, only part of the way down) skin donation for your arm graft. The graft is pretty obvious, especially if you’re chubby, but my leg scar is extremely subtle and continues to get fainter as my skin cycles itself out.

The graft will be forever hairless.

People will probably glance at the graft, and they might stare if they’re rude, but in the…what’s it been, almost two years I’ve had it, exactly one person has actually asked about it and that was when it was still fresh and extra gnarly-looking. I told her “It’s a graft, it’s not as bad as it looks” and there were no follow-up questions.

Because there’s nerve harvested from the inside of the forearm, sensation comes to the penis faster than it comes to the graft. The cut nerve DOES regrow! But for the first…I’d say 6-9 months? Ish? I could only feel pressure on the tissue UNDER the graft. Sensation is still duller there, but at this point I can feel temperature, moisture, and texture well enough.

Recovery includes physical therapy for the donor arm. The more you move that wrist early and consistently, the less stiff it will be when it heals. I’ll never be able to touch my thumb to my wrist again, but I also can’t do that on the right either now, so I think that’s more to do with my age than the surgery (I used to be a lot more hypermobile, but I am no longer a spring chicken).

Learning to pee standing up is a messy affair that involves cleaning the toilet and doing laundry a lot. Once you’ve got it down, though, it’s pretty awesome.

Chasers will now ghost me the instant they find out I am not biologically available to be their sexual experiment.

There are a LOT of other options for bottom surgery, but I only have passing familiarity with them based on hearing firsthand accounts and what I learned from my surgeon. Personally, I weighed meta vs phallo heavily; being able to get a natural erection with meta or Centurion was a very attractive prospect, but it just doesn’t produce a size that I would find satisfying in terms of my own self-image, so I went with phallo. There was never a question in my mind as to wanting vaginectomy with it. Beyond the unbelievable convenience of being able to pee standing up without an STP device, I fuckin’ HATED my front hole, and I REALLY hated being pressured about having things done to it (mostly by cis men, but not always) all the time.

#transgender #ftm #trans men #trans matters #queerdom #bottom surgery #phalloplasty #replies to things #working my way through asks!

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Hey there, 66! Hope you're doing great. I have been going through your account for the past few hours (this reminds me of that one time I stayed up till 2 am as I appreciated all the artworks on your Instagram) so I know you've heard this several times, but I wanted to say it myself too: your work is wonderful. Believe me, I absolutely love it!

I found City of Blank years ago, during its first season. I read it all, and was quite impressed with the concept, intrigued by the plot, and in love with the characters. But before the next season started, I dropped out of reading Webtoons completely, as far as I remember. Long story short, I revisited Webtoon recently, read a few episodes of City of Blank, and was hooked. Yep. I binge-read the entire rest of the episodes in... three to five days?

So I want to commend you on your amazing concept, beautiful and eye-catching art, plot that keeps me reading late into the night (and at the dining table, between my studies, every single chance I get), the characters (really, they're very well-written — please don't doubt that — and unique, with different stories and personalities, I just love them), and the themes too (incorporated nicely, and it does make me wonder what it means to be a human). The way you write grey characters is one of the best things in your story, I feel.

(I feel like I should give you specific examples of what I like, but I have a tendency of talking too much, as you can see, so this will get way too long, I think... and sorry about the already huge chunks of text. but I hope this make you feel happy somehow)

Alright, now onto my actual questions. They're actually not related to the webcomic itself, since I really can't think of anything interesting... But your story is really good, so here are some queries I have about writing in general.

Do you have any tips for thinking of ideas? About concepts, plot, whatever; how to really get your brain in that mode, you know.

How do you create such vibrant characters? My characters are so similar... there are at least three pairs of nearly-identical characters. And how do you make them flawed yet still so likable?

They are pretty general questions, my apologies. It's just that, you know, since I'm getting to interact with the creator of one of my current favourite stories, why not learn something from them? You can just answer with your personal processes or whatever, I just wished to know how you do it.

I'm really looking forward to the next episode (but take your time, I'm okay with waiting). Pretty sad that this is the last season though. I'll miss it. Could you maybe tell me the estimated date of return and how many more episodes we'll have? Just a rough idea will do too.

That's all. (At this point it'll come as a relief to you 😂) Have a wonderful week ahead, lots of love, and know that there are lots of people who genuinely enjoy your work, you adorable shark! ❤️

(also, don't know why I'm telling you, but this is my first ever interaction on Tumblr with literally anyone) (cool site, I like the easy formatting)

(If you've read this entire thing, thank you. Did I bother you too much? I hope not.)

Hey there! Gonna do my best to answer this since it's been in my inbox for a while, but apologies if it's not the most coherent as my head's still in a bit of a fog from a cold.

First off, thank you for the kind words. I remember they made my day when I first got this ask, but they made it again as I'm waking up w/ a throbbing head ache and coughing my lungs out from the NYCC 2023 Con Crud™.

Anyway, gonna answer your questions the best I can, especially because I'm not entirely sure what the best way to answer these kinds of questions are-

Do you have any tips for thinking of ideas? About concepts, plot, whatever; how to really get your brain in that mode, you know.

I think one thing I like to shape a lot of my concepts around is making something unordinary ordinary. I've talked about it before, but one of the inspirations behind blanks is shadow people, like the ghosts. They're so horrifying and creepy to me, and I thought it would be neat if I made a world where the most creepy and scary thing to me was just...super ordinary and mundane. Like a world where you go into your living room and you're like "Man, that shadow person is still standing in front of my tv. How obnoxious."

A lot of my upcoming ideas kind of focus around this concept too. What if we lived in a world where demons were just every day citizens that went to work and school with us? What if we lived in a world where nobody feared death and was excited for it? What if we lived in a world where half the population was in prison? I can't say every single story idea I have falls into this, but I'd say a lot of them do and I find it's often a kick off point for a lot of my ideas.

How do you create such vibrant characters? My characters are so similar... there are at least three pairs of nearly-identical characters. And how do you make them flawed yet still so likable?

Do I make them likable? Sometimes I can't tell when I look at characters like Lyss haha. Because I think she's a victim of how I write characters, which is just... I dunno, write them like they're real people. Everybody is mad at the decisions Lyss made but... I'm sorry. I'll forever die on the hill that everyone are hypocrites and 90% of people would have done the same thing in her shoes. Only a flawless, benevolent, and frankly kind of stupid, person would have just...let Rex go in those circumstances, evil other half be damned. He was still a danger who proved he couldn't control himself, and the same way you'd probably report your best friend who was driving raving drunk after he just smashed into someone, she reported a dangerous person. Even if people hate her for it, I wrote what any person would have done in that situation. And that's how I try to write all my characters, for better or for worse. A lot of Rex's stupid decisions are dictated by his anxiety and depression, and I know from firsthand experience how being in that state of mind can influence your decisions and overall outlook on life and the people who love you, despite what you may think. I guess my advice is just to give them human flaws. A lot of people don't like Nia because she's manipulative, but I write her as a character who 100% practices what she preaches. Yeah, she "gas lit" Rex into joining Blan Corp, but she also 1000% believed it was the best thing for him.

Desmond probably comes off as the more "flawless" characters, but his own self-loathing and... catholic blank guilt is a big part of what pushed Rex away. In the time when Rex was questioning and hating himself for being a blank, why would he ever go the one person who hates himself for being a blank more than him? When he could go to the person (Nia) who celebrates him being a blank, and reminds him he can be loved for being one.

Anyway, that's enough rambling for now. Hopefully that gives you some to chew on.

#city of blank #rex #desmond #lyss #nia

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 7 months

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Five More Minutes

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts ✨ Cursed or Not ✨ Poison Lips and True Love's Kiss ✨ Swallowing Hard Truths ✨ Salt and Burn

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, lazy morning play, mentions of rough sex, mentions of pain play, talks of hunting, talks of gun use, gun euphemisms, implications of past sexual assault (brief but stay safe!), teasing, playful insults, hand job, biting/marking, blow job, grinding, anal play, fingering, first times, hint of bottom Kells, improper use of shins, intense orgasms, small mention of foot play, needy boys, Dom being corny, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: explicit

By the time they finally started focusing on their new mission they'd shared two weeks of vacation together. Of course Tom was there but they spent most of their time locked in the bedroom together. Neither one of them really decided to start working again, they just woke up one morning and they both seemed to know they were ready. They could face everything they had to. They were close enough to handle Astaroth and whatever else might be ahead of them. Kells didn't like the thought of Dom leaving the cabin but one step at a time he supposed. There was something primal and protective in the back of his mind- Dom called it his alpha brain and claimed it was a dumbass. He tried calling it sexist but the devil wasn't sure about that. The kid still looked like a dude so his pretty little pussy didn't count.

"We should make a shooting range out back somewhere." Keliphos sighed as he picked up his lover's hand and played with his fingers.

"Fuck tha'. You know 'ow I feel about guns." The human grumbled back. He wasn't exactly a morning person on the best day but lately he'd been waking up extra grumpy. He didn't think he was sick but he'd wake up almost starving. It made him question how addicted he was to his beast.

"We have to use the Colt on him. Which means we both need to know how to shoot just in case. Unless you've decided you don't need to be there when shit goes down?" He asked gently, fully expecting the slap to his chest from the kid's free hand. "Then you gotta know. I can teach you."

"Why can't I jus' get some mystical sword from a stone or summat cool like tha'? Ain't fairs. I'd raver it up close and personal. He deserves to bleed slowly for all he done."

Kells knew what he meant but there was still a little voice in his head that reminded him Dom had been attracted to a version of his father once. It was hard to quiet the insecurities after a millennia of feeling less than that dick.

"Don't start wiv me, he was a rapey bastard who abused his son. He deserves to 'urt. A lot." Dominic growled and the nephalem furrowed his brows. If he didn't know better he'd think the Hunter could read his mind but… there was no way. Right? "He 'urt you most of all and I won't stand for tha'." The boy hummed softly, rolling against his alpha's side to press a kiss to his stubbled jaw.

"Oh yeah?" He rasped back, smiling down at the only thing he'd ever loved.

"Yeah. Only mine to 'urt. S'me job." The kid cracked a smile, his crooked teeth on wide display. Keliphos couldn't help but grin back. He turned to face him and slid down in the bed. He knew they needed to get up and actually start working but it was hard to leave the soft warm bed. "But I might not 'ate you teaching me to…" He trailed off, slipping his hand between their bellies to palm his lover's soft cock. "-shoot."

"Weak game bitch. What, just cause you have me now you're not even trying? Think you can just- oh fuck!" Whatever teasing insult he was about to say was lost as the punk squeezed over the spot his knot would form.

"Yep. Tha's exactly wha' I fink. You mine, remember? Why I gotta try when you like me so much? Maybe you the bitch 'ere." His soft voice melted the demon to nothing but a needy dick as Dom's strong arm pumped slowly. It was lazy Sunday morning play but he didn't think it was Sunday. It felt peaceful and almost loving and all he could do was watch his partner's muscles move under his skin. He always thought of Dom as small and breakable but he was far from it. His bitch was a killer with a body to match.

Dominic didn't often get playtime without being directed, his alpha tended to be just that- dominating. He took advantage of the moments when his devil was more relaxed. He never slept but sometimes he rested with Dom and was softer when they opened their eyes again. His fingers teased over silky smooth skin, his nails ghosting circles around his crown. He was learning everything that drove his monster wild but his favorite was dragging his thumbnail through the slit and watching Kells squirm.

A second hand joined the first, groping tight around the base. The demon was too big for just one. He hadn't meant to start jacking his alpha off, he didn't have anything to make the glide smooth but as if it could feel the need and wanted to obey he felt a splash of precum soak his hand. His palm rolled over the tip, getting messy and wet before stroking back down and the sound made them both whimper. Dom blushed, he wasn't used to enjoying things like that but his lover was opening him up in more ways than one. Blue eyes blinked fast, those long lashes fluttering, and between one breath and the next they flashed true form.

"'Ere's me guy." The Hunter grinned, his voice more breathy than before. He was shocked at how much pleasure he got from pleasing his man but his own dick was throbbing and his thighs dripped with slick. Keliphos moved to touch him too but he shook his head. "Let me." He soothed, keeping his pace measured and tortuous.

"Mmm, but I like touching you. If you haven't noticed you kind of get me off. Plus you smell fucking-" That rasped voice dropped to a growl as he buried his face in the human's wild hair to breathe him deep. Dom smelled like sunlight and honey. He always smelled amazing but they hadn't been killing or using weaponry or cheap hotel amenities. The only thing left on him was his natural scent and to the devil accustomed to fire and brimstone and blood? It was heaven. He smelled like sunlight before the industrial revolution, before there were too many humans wrecking the Earth. Soft and warm with a hint of something lemon buttery, he just wanted to lick him all day.

"You drooling in me 'air." Dom giggled but it warmed his heart and gave him butterflies in his belly. The devil was addicted to him in the sweetest ways. Maybe they shared a lot of blood and pain but that just meant they understood each other.

His lips traced a trail down his lover's throat until he found the scarred bite he'd left a week before. Kells could heal anything on his body but he chose to keep two marks, one from Dom's teeth and the symbol on his chest. When Tom saw it his eyes went wide and he ran off to his study with the door closed for hours. They weren't sure what was wrong with him, it was meaningless. He'd just cut what he'd felt like but it didn't matter. Any mark he left on the beast was special. "You really think you can get me off with just your- fuck- your hands? Might take a-mmm-" Keliphos tried to stay cocky but he felt too damn good, they both knew he was lying.

Plush lips suckled over his scars before the boy let his tongue lead him lower. The nephalem watched dark hair disappear under the sheet and his palm slapped the mattress hard when he felt that perfect mouth curl around his dick. Dom tugged his leg until he draped it over his shoulder, the kid was getting better at taking him deep and he was obviously looking to get throat fucked. It was hard to keep something like that leisurely, but he let his hips roll gently. The suction around his cockhead was so hot and wet he couldn't help but moan. The only thing better was his omega's slick cunt. "I c-could f-fuck you?" He offered, it seemed like the polite thing to do. Maybe it was just as much for him but at least they'd both get something out of it.

Dom grumbled around his mouthful and shook his head, he had plans for his alpha and he was starving. It started with an addiction to his demon's blood but anything from him filled his tummy and made him content, it all gave him the same buzz. Keliphos groaned at his thoughts, he knew the wanker was listening. His lips curled in a smile around Kells's crown and he wiggled his hand down between his own legs. He was more drenched than he'd thought, his slick dripping down his thighs but that was exactly what he needed.

Once he'd gathered enough he teased his touch between the demon's legs, rubbing his scent into the man from his balls to his untouched hole. "Wait- what- w-what?" That growl came again but this time it was nervous. He swallowed the devil's dick until it cut off his air and made his lover whine. If the alpha truly didn't want it he'd stop him, but after a moment he raised his leg higher and took a deep breath. Dom hadn't thought there'd be anything he could have as a first from him but he was getting the feeling his beast had never offered himself freely before.

A fingertip circled the devil's hole and he bit the edge of his pillow. He didn't know why he was scared, it was Dom for fuck's sake- but he'd never allowed anyone inside him. He could hear the way the boy was thinking- that he'd never offered himself freely. It was a way people thought when they knew… Maybe it was assumed just because he'd been in hell so young or maybe it was written all over him. Whatever it was he didn't want it ruining their lazy morning play so the moment Dom pushed gently, he bared down. "Fuckme- holy shit! Dom?" He slurred, drooling around the pillow as the Hunter did what he did best and hunted out what they both needed.

Dominic tried to make soothing noises through his nose as his touch slid deeper but whatever nerves the demon had were slipping away. He could feel his tense muscles relaxing, everything except the silky heat around his digit- there the beast was clenching tight. The alpha didn't know where to move so he tried going everywhere- bucking forward down Dom's throat and back on his finger. The first swipe against that small bundle of nerves had him shaking for a whole new reason but his lover took him apart like he'd done it a thousand times before. He knew that wasn't true, this was new for them both, but fuck the kid was a god when it came to breaking his pet demon.

A mix of drool and precum was spilling down out the boy's mouth and he kept it open but tight so his lover could take what control he needed. For a moment he thought about touching himself but he knew he needed both hands for his alpha, if he wasn't squeezing his knot it wouldn't be the same. Before he could worry too much Kells shoved his free leg forward, his shin fitting between the boy's soaked thighs. He tried to make a noise of thanks but he just ended up gagging which in turn made the monster jerk and writhe.

Kells groaned when his omega started moving, his sweet cock and pretty pink pussy grinding against his skin. He could feel Dom's messy folds quivering against him and for just a moment he wandered what would happen if he tried to fuck him with his toes. There might be a few kinks to keep locked down deep until the kid's depravity matched his own. He didn't want to scare him off and he was already too close, he knew he was shaking too much to help at all.

Dom's cock throbbed as he humped his alpha's leg like a bitch in heat. He tried to keep focused on the other man's pleasure but he didn't need to do much, Kells was fucking himself with a wild abandon that pushed the human even closer to the edge. He couldn't even breathe anymore but it didn't matter. He could feel the beast's knot pulse under his fist and it was so full he couldn't even close it anymore.

"Dom-mmm!" The demon whined, his dick sinking deeper and deeper until lips kissed his knot and when his bitch slipped a second finger in against his spot the world exploded around him.

The boy sucked harder at the first rush of cum, that sticky white heat spilling out his lips and down his throat. His fingers almost hurt; they were squeezed so tight and he couldn't help wondering what it would feel like around his cock. His lover cried out again at his thought and the devil pulled him off by his hair. He gasped for air and tried to pull his touch free gently but the demon wasn't being careful anymore. An inked thigh fit between Dom's legs as Kells's dick kept spilling over his belly and chest. Before he could even catch his breath their lips pressed together and it felt like he was being devoured by his alpha.

His rapture wasn't far behind and it felt almost ripped free of him. The nephalem didn't let him scream, he swallowed every sound as he spilled hot over the monster's leg. It felt filthy, everywhere they touched they were sticky and wet but that didn't stop them from grinding out their pleasure and leaving marks in each other's skin.

When Dom's mind went dizzy he pulled free and gasped for air, his body twitching from overstimulation but his alpha followed him. Kells would never admit to cuddling but he laid his head on the boy's shoulder and rubbed his cum into his lover's soft pink skin. He didn't have words to describe how he felt, that was almost too much but… he already craved it again. He was panting for air he didn't need and spent for the moment but he still kept thinking about riding his partner's cock till they both saw heaven.

"Is tha' 'ow you use a gun?" The Hunter could barely breathe but he tried to tease the beast and keep him calm. Maybe he should have grabbed the holy water first but he was proud of himself for what they'd done.

Keliphos snorted a laugh and hid his face against the human's neck. "Not exactly. But I think you'll learn quick. Quite the… trigger finger."

It was Dom's turn to laugh but he kept shivering. His demon was massaging spend into his belly and up over his chest, teasing his nipples a little too rough. "Five more minutes in bed you weirdo, 'en we got work to do." He huffed back until his alpha moved to curl his lips around what he refused to call his tit- no matter what the bastard said. "M-maybe ten." His voice broke and the other man hummed happily back.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I hope this was good, I feel a little tired today but hopefully it came out alright. I thought a little mostly lazy play could be nice before the plot starts up again more. There aren't many questions raised in this chapter but I'm sad for them both. I'm glad they have each other. What is wrong with Dom? Why is he so hungry for his lover? Why is Kells so protective? Why was Tom panicked by the symbol Dom drew? Keep reading to find out! Thank you! I hope you're enjoying it so far 🖤⚰️

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canirove · 2 years

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"Did Dom share our schedule with you?"

"Yep" I say. "Today we walk to the camping site and get to know each other, do some games. Tomorrow we have a cultural visit in the morning, and then we go to the river. And on Sunday we have kind of a free day before we walk back to town after lunch."

"Alright, perfect" Edith says. She and Stefan are the other two adults going with Declan and I. They will take care of the older kids, while we take care of the younger ones.

"These days it feels like they become teens at 10, so trust me when I tell you that they will leave you shattered, but the little ones are the best" Stefan said when he explained everything to Declan and I.

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"I've seen you at the pub" a little girl called Noa says to me while walking. She grabbed my hand when we left, and hasn't let go.

"Have you?"

"Yes. My mum says you are super pretty, and I agree. Do you agree, Declan?"

"On what?" he says. The moment the kids saw him, most of them wanted to walk by his side, constantly asking him questions about the Premier and other players. But since we told them that tonight we could have a Q&A around the fire, they've relaxed a bit and only a few haven't left his side yet.

"About her being super pretty" Noa says.

"I agree."

"He agrees" Noa says with a big smile. She starts rambling about her dog and how she tried to put a bow on him once, while I just look at Declan, trying to figure out if he was just following along, or being honest.

"Is there something on my face?" he asks.

"What?"

"You were staring."

"I wasn't" I say, my face burning.

Why do I feel like we are teens again? When I first started fancying him, this is what I would always find myself doing. Staring at him like an idiot, him noticing, me blushing, and the him answering with the same cheeky smile, the one he has on his face right now. When we said let's forget we know each other and start again, I didn't expect for it to actually happen.

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"Would you mind sharing a tent?" Edith says once we arrive ar the camping site.

"Me and Declan?"

"Yes. It's just... Stefan and I have something going on, and this is the first time we are gonna be able to be together and alone."

"I see..."

"I know you guys have history and that things have been a bit... Rough according to what people are saying back home. But today you've been very civil, so maybe you could keep it for the night too and help us a bit?"

"I don't know if he'll agree."

"Stefan is already talking with him, and he can be very persuasive" she says with a smirk.

"Ok, fine, yes. Just try to be quiet, we don't want kids asking certain things in the morning."

"Thank you!" she says, giving me a hug.

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After dinner, we all get together around the fire for the Q&A with Declan that all the kids were waiting for. They surprisingly have many questions for him, and some of them are very interesting.

"You should think about becoming journalists" he says. "Your questions are way better than theirs."

"I want to be a journalist" says Lucy, a girl from our group. "But I want to write on Vogue!"

"Do you want to be like Anna Wintour?" I ask.

"Yes, but younger."

"How do you know who she is? You are 6!" I was not expecting her to know who I was talking about.

"My mum likes Vogue a lot, and last year she dressed me as her for Halloween."

"Oh wow.”

"Did you know that she was a model in Paris?" Declan says.

"Really?" Lucy replies, her eyes going wide.

"Really. She walked many fashion shows, and even was on Vogue once."

"You were on Vogue?" Edith asks.

"It was the Spanish issue, but yes."

"That's so cool!" Lucy says.

"Why don't we ask her to teach us how to walk the runway?"

"I don't think they are interested on that, Declan" I say.

"Are you guys interested on it? The one who does it better, gets a prize."

"What prize?" one of the kids asks.

"An England shirt from our favourite player!" another replies.

"Deal" Declan says. "Shall we begin?"

"God, I hate you" I say as I get up, him being the only one who heard me. "Ok, so this is how it goes. Shoulders back, gaze focused on a point that doesn't move, and walk."

When I'm done, everyone starts clapping, and I feel myself blushing.

"Just that?" Noa asks.

"Well, when you make it to the end, you can also pose for the camera, though not many people do it."

"Why? And why don't you smile?"

"That's something I've always asked myself" Edith says.

"The people who go to the fashion shows want to see the clothes, and if the model is smiling or doing twirls, they get distracted."

"Boring" Noa says.

"A bit, yes" I laugh. "Who wants to go first?"

"I will!" Lucy says. "But can I do something at the end of the runway?"

"Sure. The one who does the best pose, also gets a shirt. Right, Declan?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Edith, Stefan, Declan and I will be the judges. Unless you guys want to participate too."

"I do" Stefan says.

"I do too" Declan replies.

"Then we will be the judges" Edith says, asking me to seat next to her.

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"Who knew you were such a good model, Rice" I say after the show is over and it's time to sleep.

"I'm full of surprises" he says with a cheeky smile.

"So..." I say once we are inside the tent.

"So" he repeats.

"Do you still sleep on the left side?"

"I've started to do it on the right. Birgit didn't want to do it because it faces the door, and she was scared that if a killer walked in, she would die first."

"What?" I say, laughing way too loud.

"Yeah..." Declan says, scratching his head.

"That's just..." I say, still laughing.

"I know" he says, starting to laugh with me until we both are crying.

"Ok, stop, my belly hurts" I say.

"I'm trying!"

"Ok, ok. Deep breaths."

"Inhale..." But it doesn't work, and we are laughing again. And during the time we are like that, laughing, it feels like it hasn't been 10 years. It feels as if I didn’t do what I did, as if there was no Birgit and we hadn't had a horrible argument just a few days ago. It feels good. It feels perfect.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #declan rice x reader #football fanfic #football imagine

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sammysorrowful · 1 year

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Glass Identities - Hero x Villain Snippet

Hero and Villain unexpectedly meet in a coffee shop, both of them in their civilian identities.

Villain had just vanished one day. No one really knew what happened to them. They just evaporated one day.

Villain’s life had been a little rough recently. The only escape they really found in life was being “The Villain.” They loved the attention from the Press and seeing Hero. All of that. Villain most definitely preferred that life. The one where they were a powerful, intimidating, confident character. Rather than their civilian identity. But it was that week, and that week alone, where Villain was somewhat grateful for their civilian identity.

Things had been rough, Villain was running low on cash, so they decided they’d take a little break, a little hiatus, from villainy to try and cash a paycheck for a little. This led Villain to a…coffee shop. Yep. Villain was stuck as a barista. It sucked pretty bad, but it payed a decent amount.

Villain’s break just finished up, and they put their apron back on before exiting the break room. “Hey (Villain’s civilian name), take this to table eight for me?” One of Villain’s co-workers asked and handed Villain a tray of drinks. “On it.” Villain replied. Villain was a pretty hard worker. Whatever they did they put their whole into. Though that could be a character flaw or a positive trait depending on the situation. They turned the corner. And then Villain froze in their tracks.

Right next to the table they were supposed to be serving was…Hero. Obviously, it was their civilian identity, but Villain noticed them immediately. Before Hero could look their way, they hid back behind the corner.

Villain inhaled deeply. “Nope, nope, not dealing with Hero, can’t risk them recognizing me.” Villain muttered to themself before turning away. They paused before turning back, “Yeah but paycheck.” They turned back around again. “Yeah but Hero.” They said in a more…nervous tone. “Well- yeah, but…Hero.” Villain said the same words but in a more…romantic tone. They groaned. “Whatever, they’re stupid enough not to notice.” Villain grumbled before walking over to the table, walking past Hero, and putting the drinks down on the table next to them, and walking away. They went back behind the counter and sighed in relief. Wow…that was easy. “Hey, (Villain’s civilian name) you’re taking care of table seven.” One of the co-workers said. “What.” Villain replied quickly, eyes wide. Table Seven was the one where Hero was sitting. Okay, one time was risky enough, but twice? “No way Hero’s dumb enough to not recognize me…” Villain muttered. “What?” Their co-worker muttered in response to Villain’s mumbled statement. “Nothing.” Villain said, realizing they were making themselves a little suspicious. Okay, so Villain knew that was Hero, no doubt. But that could come with a few…advantages. That was: if Hero didn’t recognize Villain. Villain sighed in slight frustration. Too much thinking, whatever, they’d just go over and hope for the best. It didn’t help that the uniform for the shop was a little…goofy, or whatever. They rolled their eyes and approached Hero.

“Hi, my name’s (Villain’s civilian name) may I take your order?” Villain muttered, delivering the line perfectly monotone, as to not spark any suspicion. Hero fell silent. Hero knew it was Villain the moment they made eye contact.

Hero bit back calling out Villain’s name, but they kept quiet. “What, something on my face?” Villain muttered, trying to play dumb. Hero took a deep breath. They couldn’t help but smile. This is where Villain had been all this time? Hero had thought they up and died or something.

“No no…Sorry, what’s your name again?” Hero asked, being able to play it cool. “...How about a trade, mhm darling?” Villain replied. Hero slightly giggled, a smile cracking at their lips. “Right.” Hero said. Maybe if they gained their trust…? Villain surely would have said something if they knew- right? “(Hero’s Civilian name).” Hero said their name. Villain smiled. “(Villain’s civilian name).” Villain repeated. Hero nodded.

Villain wasn’t dumb. Neither was Hero. Hero knew Villain knew. Villain Knew Hero knew. But they didn’t know they knew. But did it matter they knew that the other knew? Or what about if they knew that they knew that they knew- okay this is getting to complicated, one of them had better say something! “I don’t like being led on.” Villain said suddenly. Hero had to know, surely. Hero giggled lightly.

“I knew you knew!” Hero called out with a little smile. Villain grumbled. “Shut it.” They muttered. “Hey, (Villain’s Civilian name), nothing to be ashamed of.” Hero slightly teased further. “Shut. It.” Villain repeated. “I like the uniform though!” Hero called out. Villain grabbed Hero by the collar, though it was clearly a hollow threat. “Quiet!” Villain said through gritted teeth. “Hey! (Villain’s Civilian name)! Quit assaulting the customers!” One of the co-workers shouted. Villain sighed in frustration before letting Hero go.

“This is where you’ve been all this time?! I thought you up and died or something–” Villain flashed Hero with a death glare. “Learn to use your inside voice. You’re making me look suspicious.” Villain whisper shouted “Listen, I was in a rut, okay? This place has a pretty paycheck.” They gave the half-hearted explanation. Hero went silent for a moment, though their smile was evident. “...Hero.” Villain muttered and grabbed the bridge of their nose. Hero then started giggling. Villain had to try and stop themselves from giggling along, just from how ridiculous this all was.

“Sorry, sorry, just–...how about we play pretend for a little?” Hero suggested.

“Pretend? What are we? Five?” Villain said about as sarcastically as usual. “Just- let’s start over. Just for today? It’s my day off so the Agency is breathing down my neck. For today, you’ll be (Villain’s Civilian Name) and I’ll be (Hero’s Civilian Name).” Hero suggested, vaguely gesturing to Villain and then to themselves. “That’s ridiculous.” Villain replied, crossing their arms. “Yeah, but for one day, you and I could pretend to be normal. And we can do it together!” Hero continued. Villain sighed and rolled their eyes. “Well, (Hero’s Civilian Name), may I take your order?”

#hero x villain #villain x hero #hero x villain snippet #hero/villain #villain/hero #hero x villain community #coffee shop au #heroes and villains #heros and villains #im really trying today #Sammy's Blood

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atsadi-shenanigans · 3 months

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Feeding Alligators 27 - True Blood

Gale makes a potion. Astarion feels generous.

On AO3.

Your face is puffy in the morning. Always is. You were never a pretty crier; it always left evidence all over your face for the others to see. Always marked you out as easier prey.

So you do as you always do. Make a show of being so goddamn exhausted. It wasn’t tears that left your eyelids swollen, it was a really rough night. Tossing and turning. You slept wrong, and make a show out of trying to massage out the crick in your neck. Find cool water so you can splash your face and hopefully coax the swelling down.

You avoid the others as long as possible. You’re an old hand at it all. Natural as breathing.

“Eleanor!” Gale calls as soon as you come back from dunking yourself in the river (your clothes are impossibly swamp-stained). The headache is still gone. You can, for the first time (through the heavy numbness clinging to you) notice how pretty the woods might be. How sweet the air smells. You should focus on that, you know. Grab at the small niceties and refuse to let them go. The only floating debris in the oil-slicked crash site in your head.

The whole “dying” thing threatens to put a damper on that—

“Hey,” you say. Your voice, luckily, is none the worse for wear. One point to silent crying.

You run your fingers through your damp hair. It’s getting longer on the sides, almost enough to brush the upper edge of your ear. You’re going to have dandelion head before too long, assuming you live long enough—

Gale all but bounds over to you, beaming. He presents you a still-hot bottle with a flourish.

Ah. Another potion. The potion to anchor your soul, the potion brewed especially to anchor your soul, your soul potion. Because if you can make this funny, maybe you can keep yourself all upright and on your feet and responding to everyone.

He wants to talk to you. Gale wants to talk to you so fucking bad. And you’ve got psychic brainworms, but who knows what using the damned things does? Maybe, as long as y’all are quiet with them, they’ll keep sleeping, instead of punching tentacles out of your face in a spray of blood and teeth and slime.

The potion smells like hot metal. Straight-up car engine. You wrinkle your nose and hold it away, but Gale gives you a stern look. Realize the others are watching from their respective tents.

This is bullshit.

“Bottoms up,” you mumble and toss it back.

Yep, hot metal all the way down. It’s that time you set water to boil (in a pan, because you were too poor for kettles and microwaves) and forgot about it until the smell of the pan burning itself crawled up your sinuses. Then comes a kick weirdly like clove, bitter like spinach, and then more hot metal. You might as well be licking an iron pipe.

“Sweet fuck,” you say. You have to clamp a hand over your mouth as some of it comes back up. Force swallow it down.

That shit is vile.

“What the fuck did you put in here?”

But Gale is watching you carefully. Beckons Shadowheart over, who says something magic and her hands glow. You stand there and shut off the breathing through your nose, hoping enough mouth breathing might dull the awful taste.

Then she’s done. She nods. Gale beams. You get the sense yeah, he’s happy it worked or whatever, but also he’s a bit smug with himself. Something about the tilt of his chin. And the way he motions you over to the front of his tent where it looks like he’s converted the space into a magical field lab.

There’s herbs. Some kind of powder collection. An empty vial with something still clinging to the bottom. He notices you noticing, and plucks it up.

Could almost be wine, maybe. Except wine isn’t that viscous. It’s not that dark, either. You stare at him, totally not shielding it from your view.

“Gale, what is that?” you say. Only it’s in Faerunese and it’s actually, “Gale, over there what is?”

He picks up the herbs you clearly are not referring to. Says the name.

“Gale.”

He stares back. Then sighs. Prattles a second before handing the empty vial over to you and letting you sniff at it.

Metal and earthy musk.

“Is that blood?” you say.

He doesn’t understand you, of course. You don’t have the vocabulary (or mental capacity at the moment) for this. Everything is spiraling down the shitter.

You tap the inside of your wrist, at the purple veins there. Then tap where Astarion bit you (the mark closed thanks to Shadowheart’s magic and the potion they poured down your semi-unconscious throat).

“Blood,” you say, in English. Then in Faerunese, “This is?”

You’ve caught him. His whole frame screams guilt. But, being Gale, he repeats what has to be “blood” in Faerunese. And then waits for you to repeat it.

Which you do, after the image of throwing the bottle at his stupid face flashes across your mind.

“Whose?” you say (English). You point from it to him. Hope it’s from a chicken or a rabbit or something. Animal blood you can understand—plenty of people use that in food. That would be the sensible thing.

But.

But he winces.

He winces.

And then points to himself. And then points to Shadowheart, and gestures to the entire fucking camp.

Your thoughts stutter. Your body goes sort of numb, even as a shiver runs through you. Even as Gale indicates with his fingers something tiny, a jab at a finger, the little oil lantern under the chemistry set on his desk as if to say, “See? Hot. Cooked.”

Their blood. All of their blood, and you threw it back like that cheap vodka you tried one time.

Your stomach heaves.

“No, no!” Gale says even as you swallow it back down.

“Why?” you say and enough of that must be beyond translation, because he sighs again. Ponders a moment. And then taps his temple.

Oh good. Why not potentially piss off the brainworms. It’s not even the worst thing happening to you right now.

This mind-whammy is short. The thoughts burst in your head like fireworks before he’s gone again and leaving you reeling.

Tethers, Wither had mentioned. Gale had visualized a thread, too thin and too taught. And then a purple one coming in and sewing through it, sewing into you. A black thread. Green. White. All of them stitching into you and tugging something far away just a bit closer.

Their blood. Their essence, part of Faerun itself (as you are of Earth) threading through you and reinforcing that link. Drawing your soul in.

Wait. Four threads. That’s…

“Lae’zel?” you say. “She’s not even…”

And then the full implication chops you over the head. You turn. Find the red tent and the floofy, white hair outside it. Because Astarion is, in fact, watching you. And is, in fact, grinning like a bastard. He’s got a goblet (possibly wine, but he’s been keeping bottles of animal blood in his tent this whole time, turns out, and he ain’t shy about that no more). When you look over, he lifts that goblet in a toast.

Welcome to the club, he seems to say.

Absolute fucking goblin.

Gale shrugs helplessly. Says, “Withers talk. Us all.”

***

Dirt potion has been, for now, replace by blood (hlurgh) potion. Fuck your life. Abducted by aliens to a fucking fantasy world and you’re still on daily medications. Swell.

Though that pings another thought. Or a lack of pings, really: no brain zings. You’ve been off your Earth meds for well long enough to have side effects. Brain zings, lethargy, massive bad temper. But you got none of that. The brainworm, maybe? Has to be. That or being here has fundamentally altered your physical makeup on like, an atomic level or something (holy shit, do you not have depression anymore? No, you’re not that lucky).

You feel much better, everything else aside. Physically. Still sore and aching from all the walking, but your head is clear and the bone-deep drag and time loss disappears.

Lae’zel stares holes into the side of your head as y’all head out again. She still runs you through the paces the next night, though. And this time, you manage to unlace your stays yourself. Progress?

But the way she watches you. It’s so cold. A crocodile in the river, eyes unblinking as a baby zebra picks its way down to the edge of the water.

You still wear stains and the faint stench of swamp and sweat and mud gremlin guts. Once Lae’zel is done with you that night, you grab your things, walk down to the river, and just keep walking—fully dressed—until your feet lift off the bottom and you float.

One good thing about being plus-sized: you are a personal flotation device. The only treading you have to do is enough to keep you floating upright instead of rolling over as your girls try to bob out the top of your tunic.

You float like that for a long while. Swirl your clothes around you and submerge yourself a couple of times to scrub at your hair and scalp. Then you paddle a little closer to shore, blow out, and let yourself sink.

Bubbles stream out of your lips. Your feet touch soft mud. You crouch down there, unable to sink far enough to sit, and see how long you can stay put.

You used to do this when you were a kid, down at the creek when the water ran high enough. Down here, there’s no sound. No one watching you, judging you. The water is cool, the pressure squeezes. It’s calming. You can close your eyes and listen only to your own pulse whooshing in your ears and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

No one can hurt you. No one can mock you. No one to call you a fuck up or failure. No constant, crushing sin.

Just you and your heartbeat and the press of the river.

At least until your lungs start to bitch, and the burn gets too much.

You plant your toes and launch yourself upwards. Breach the surface in a little hop, and clear your nose and suck in a deep gasp.

A fucking voice says something.

“Jesus fuck!” You whirl.

It’s Astarion, of course. Bastard stands at the water’s edge, face unreadable, his pale feet bare against the muck. Then ends of his trouser legs are rolled up, and for a mortifying second, you wonder if he was about to come in after you. Until you see the bundle of cloth under his arm.

Right. Laundry. Other people have lives outside of your bullshit.

“Hey,” you say in English, just because you can.

“Hello,” he says in Faerunese.

You wade back to shore, sluicing water as you go. Not the best laundry job ever, but you hope enough soaking and maybe some of the worst stains might lighten at least a little.

You’d give up your eye teeth for a goddamn washing machine.

He waits for you to slog onto the bank before moving in after you. Gravity presses back in, and your muscles remember how pissed they are.

The walk back to camp seems longer. The group has seemed to collectively agree on today being laundry day, and they’ve rigged up a sort of drying rack near the fire. They’ll smell like woodsmoke whenever the wind shifts, but that’s way better than gremlin guts. As you’re hanging them, you feel something in a pocket. Reach inside, and something glowing comes out.

That ring from the swamp. You forgot all about it.

It’s not flashlight bright. Not even cell phone bright. It’s enough for you to walk in the woods without tripping over anything directly underfoot, though. The band is plain, and from the look and feel, you suspect that’s real gold.

You never had real jewelry before. Never had the budget. The thing fits on your right ring finger, barely. You look at it, wave your hand around, watch dim shadows stretch and dance away from you, and catch Gale smiling softly at your display.

This is something nice. Another small thing you can latch onto. A shit awful mess, but you’re the proud owner of a real, gold ring for the first time in your whole life.

You don’t talk much around the fire back when you still had dirt potions. You try to listen to the others, but it ain’t the same. You didn’t realize how nice it was to sit back and listen until you can’t no more. You can only eat your food, cut off from the rest of camp.

Tomorrow, y’all should reach the grove. You’ll have to figure y’all’s shit out. Hopefully someone has the mergrass Gale needs so you can communicate again.

Soft footsteps pad up behind you. Nice of him to give himself away, this time. Astarion stops at the drying rack to fussily spread his dripping clothes. They appear to be linens, maybe? Towels? Long strips of undyed cotton or linen.

He finds your gaze, squints a second, and slaps on a smile that screams “mischief!”

Oh, what the fuck is he—

He points to one of the rags. Maybe two feet wide, three feet long. He’s got three of them (you have no idea where the fuck he even stole those from).

He gestures to you, points to the nearest linen. Only Shadowheart is close enough to notice and take an interest in whatever this is.

“You,” Astarion says (you’ve picked that one up). “You this is.”

The cloth. He’s saying is…yours?

You frown, mime grabbing it, point to yourself.

He nods.

“Why,” you say because Gale made you learn that one and this time it isn’t a question.

His grin is pure light and benevolence when he says, “Panties.”

Shadowheart snorts into her cup. You consider pulling the rag off and whipping it at his head. But this feels like a personal challenge, and you could use the fucking distraction. He might have a radically unfair advantage over you, but that about sums up your whole life.

“Thank you,” you say, deadpan, like it’s a normal gift between camp mates.

He gives a little bow.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #it's a goddamn isekai #i'm not sorry #feeding alligators fic #plus size tav #demisexual tav #slow burn #i keep forgetting to crosspost to tumblr #so sorry #regular updates are on ao3

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pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow · 1 year

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Presenting the project that made me heterophobic:

Yep! I am the dork that painted the masks of our current five boys over the course of three-four days (easier to space than six would be and lets face it, I do not care for kurlzz). I chose the Notes from the Underground masks because I've realized that it's the album that most of my favorite songs thus far come from. I quickly began regretting my decision at the point where I realized exactly how limited my paint options were and how many cool colors I would need. More details for each mask below (going bottom to top).

Danny's mask looks almost nothing like the actual one mostly because I painted the circles first and did not realize the mask was more angular than I initially thought. I also had no gold, so we've got a lovely yellow mixed with tan for the base color. The bullets are rough but also smaller than you'd think and a basic brush set from Michaels does not, as I have learned, have super tiny brushes, so I did the best I could on the casings. I am proud of the fact that I tried to make the rust work as best as I could, and if you look really closely, you can even see the mesh in the eyes (looks a little clearer on the left eye). The smirk is present on the right side and I do think it's decently recognizable.

This one made me cry. Any criticism of the fire around the eyes will be met with the response to suck dick because, to be quite frank, I challenge anyone to do better at 1 am and remain disturbingly proud of them. I'm kinda sad that my green (mixed from blue and yellow, because my budget is two pennies and all previous supplies) dried up early cause I was hoping to get more of the Louis Vuitton-style details, but still pretty damn good. I think the pyramid and the canisters turned out nice. Also, a little bit of a cat-eye shape for the eyeholes and the fire, but that was deliberate and I will not be ashamed of it in my moment of pride (I will undoubtedly feel the shame within five minutes of posting, but that is a problem for future me).

A fun an interesting fact is that this is the second time I've done this particular mask of J3T, and both times I have realized I love doing the butterfly. It's super fun because as long as we get the basic swirls in, it's alright if they don't match length perfectly. The cracks are slightly off because the very first ones were free-handed, but I did my best to get the rest of them proper, and they even work to form the nose. Apparently the orange looks more yellow than I thought.

This one was a welcome relief after crying over the detailing of J-Dog's mask. Again, no metallic colors, so our silver is grey. The little black lines are there to add texture to the edges (as it turns out, none of my brushes added it in a sufficiently noticeable way), and this one looks the cleanest imo.

Last but not least, Charlie's bandanna (sunglasses painted over because, as it turns out, I continue to suck at painting and drawing glasses). The buildings are likely not accurate to the actual picture, but my reference photo did not show the actual city on the bandana so I just did some buildings, a fancy lil' LA and we're calling it an artistic interpretation. Also, check out that S. Coolest S I will ever draw in my life, got it right on the first try.

Anyways sorry that I didn't post this sooner cause I technically finished all of this yesterday evening, I have a flight soon so I am typing this up at 4:30 am at the airport.

(Tagging @vampswillhurtyou and @cutelittlenightmarethings cause both of you said you were interested and I have no idea whether or not this will show up in the main tags.)

Final pic to show what it looks like at a slight distance and with other object to provide scale. Note the paint palette thingy having 3 shades of grey in it because, again, shoestring budget and persistence substitute everything for us.

#anachronistic falsehood/whiskey you follow me so I'm assuming you'll see this drift on your dash without me tagging you #hollywood undead #danny (hu)#jdog #johnny 3 tears #j3t #funnyman #funny man #fm #charlie scene #I will continue to remain overly proud of this for a while #wearing these jeans at the airport rn btw #I am so tired and so awake I slept 2 hours and I have a production meeting tomorrow

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invisiblegarters · 8 months

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Dangerous Romance Ep 1

It's here, it's here, it's finally here! Perth back in BL, which I never ever thought would happen. AND GMMTV coming for my throat for an entire weekend. Between this, Only Friends, and Hidden Agenda I feel like GMMTV is trying to take over my drama life.

...are you, GMMTV? If so, you're going about it the exact right way.

Alrighty so we're just gonna jump right into the social disparity and Perth's character being a huge asshat. Cool cool.

Okay liking Chimon already (yes I could go to MDL to look up the names but also no, I don't want to).

Papang! Hello! And we get a character name. Sailom. Got it. But I do like the relationsip between the brothers even if I feel like Papang's a little too, uh. Cavalier about doing things the illegal way to get up in the world.

Oh that ticket is totally getting stolen. Poor kid.

And here come the rich assholes. One of the Js (because it's a law one of them must be part of a trio in at least three of these a year), Pawin, and Perth. Good trio, nice to see all of them. Why do I feel like it's been a hot minute since I've seen Pawin even though he was in like every Our Skyy2 ep?

Aw glasses friend's mom really likes Sailom. Me too, mom.

Follow him boys. Don't just let him go! You know it's not right!

Oh yay, Perth's character is a huge asshole. Love that for him. Looking forward to hating him at first, haha.

Hey, Sailom's phone is an old model, right? Love that. So often in these dramas you have characters that are ostensibly supposed to be poor using the same stuff as the supposed rich kids.

And there goes the ticket. Dammit I knew this would happen. That poor kid.

Oh my god this teacher sucks. I am gonna have to try to take a breath here because bullying always sets me off like nothing else. I hate bullies.

Wow wow wow I hate this. Please tell me that he will face real consequences.

Delete it but send it to your friend first. Always make sure you have copies of that stuff.

Interesting that Sailom really doesn't seem frightened of this dude. I love that for him. I'm sure they'll come for him later but I do think it's great that he can't just intimidate him the way he so clearly wants to. Ass.

View is so pretty.

What a little ass. Is he seriously going to sic his goons on Sailom? Of course he is. What's the point of having toadies if you can't send them off to do your dirty work.

I like violent football friend. He and I are in perfect accord. Granted I know it will do nothing to the little bully but still.

Okay but does he not have backups? Sailom you're supposed to be smart.

Aw but his friends are absolutely adorable.

Hahahaha okay the bit with Kang's dad's name being on the table was funny. I have to admit that.

But Sailom really has the wrong idea. Bullies never ever ever give up when you ignore them. That advice just doesn't work. I say let violent friend whale on Kang. I mean, that probably won't help either but it'll be much more satisfying.

Okay this little shit better not mess with Sailom's job. I can abide many, many things but I can't abide some little shitheel messing with someone's livelihood.

Yep he's totally going to make him lose his job. Ew.

YES! Oh I love Sailom I love him. I love him I love him. I was actually starting to get hot for a second there.

I mean I still hate Kang and I'm still fairly gleeful about it, but I was genuinely mad for a moment. Good job, show.

Sorry guys can't care about rich boy's daddy issues. Damn though, the casual way he belittles Kang is pretty rough. Still doesn't excuse taking your whiny little issues out on other people, though. I just have no time for whiny rich boys.

You know, I actually like that conversation about dogs. Because my guess is that Kang is going to wind up being that dog that is trained via softness. Wanna bet? He thinks he's the alpha here but I feel like he's very very wrong. He's just a pathetic little kid waving around his dad's money. Of course, that can always go extremely wrong - see Beom Seok from Weak Hero Class 1 - I don't think Kang is quite there yet.

Aw what a good friend. They probably made him pay for that.

Auto is the sweetest.

He's gonna kiss Kang isn't he.

Yes. Yes he is. I love this guy.

Really not a fan of the homophobia though. Although my guess is there's some uh, latent feeling there from Kang already, since his punishments are a bit homoerotic.

I actually really liked this ep. I will say again, I like that they're not afraid to make Kang awful. I deeply, deeply appreciate it when dramas are okay with it having a deeply unlikeable main character - Japan does it all the time, but you don't see it as often from Thailand. Although I feel like lately we're getting a few of them. It gives them - and us - room to grow.

Sailom is lovely and totally my favorite right now. I really really like how he's portrayed - he's struggling but he's not spineless, he will let himself be pushed but only so far, and he's absolutely not afraid of Kang and his little group. I love him, your honor. And I am very worried about his financial situation and what that's going to mean.

HIs friend group is also absolutely lovely. Still on board with violence, me, but well. I have a temper. I really love how they support and stand up for each other.

I was going to watch this the entire way through regardless of how good it is for Perth and Chimon, but I thought this was a very strong first ep. As of right now I don't think I'm going to have to force myself to watch anything. I'm already ready for episode 2.

#dangerous romance #episode 1

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danielle-dna · 10 months

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Ghost Town - 2

It was a dark and stormy night. This is how all shitty horror movies and cheesy romance novels start. For me it started on a dark and stormy day. The well welcomed rain has cooled down the atmosphere in the middle of the summer. At the perfect time, because the entire nation of the United Kingdom was sick and tired of the heatwave.

The streets were empty and pretty much deprived of life, as almost everyone was either at work, home or stuck in traffic trying to get there. I was returning home from work. My NHS uniform was getting wet, my hair was an in an abomination that once resembled a bun and my shoes made squeaking sounds as they hit the pavement. Despite it being in the middle of the summer, I was shivering. But I was happy. I was happy that my shift has ended, I was happy that I won't be at work for a month and I was happy that I won't have to deal with peoples shit for a while.

So naturally, I decided to celebrate. The nearest Tesco was well stocked with all kinds of adult beverages and it was a no brainer that it would be my first stop on the way home. But then I remembered, that I need to take my newly prescribed PCOS medication and I really shouldn't mix those with bourbon. The next best thing I could think of were over the counter sleeping pills. Don't judge. You deal with idiots who think the world owes them something, just because they are unwell and than tell me that you don't want to numb your brain.

After a quick trip to the nearest boots, I ran home. But, of course the fate had other plans. Plans that included a very nice black BMW, a large puddle and my ass near a stop light.

Yep, the asshole splashed me with muddy water that probably contained pathogens still unknown to science. After the initial shock wore off, I was swarmed with anger. I was mad at the weather, the moronic driver, but most importantly, I was mad at myself. I wanted to cry and I nearly did. But not before showing the car a middle finger and pretty much screaming a few obscenities their way.

To my horror the car stopped at the side of the road and the drivers' side opened.

For the first time in my life I felt like I was actually in a shitty romantic comedy. Except I was not the one with a happy love life, but instead I was that side character who was always the butt of every joke.

The man who stepped out of the car had to be at least 6'2. He was well built, dressed in all black, but most importantly, he wore a black balaclava with a scary-looking skull print. I flinched a little and my first instinct was to run. I had no idea who this man was. He could be a sadist who likes to chop up women in his basement for all I know.

"You alright there, love?" his rough voice sobered me out of my trance and I hesitantly nodded. I couldn't help but blush at the casual endearment. He started walking towards me and for some reason I did not feel the urge to run anymore. "You sure about that? Can I offer you a ride?"

#call of duty mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #mw2

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Event | Bridegroom Battle Royale AGAIN | Chapter 2

The Director explains what exactly the commission from the bridal company is.

Director: Everyone’s here. Well then, let’s start the meeting!

Director: Does everyone remember the wedding venue where we did a play for the opening ceremony last time?

Taichi: Of course, I remember! That’s where we participated in the “Bridegroom Battle Royale”, right? (1)

Tasuku: The winning prize was the washing machine we won.

Kazunari: Yeah, yeah! Guy-Guy won and snatched up that washing machine no probs~!

Tenma: So, what even is the “Bridegroom Battle Royale”?

Director: Actually, the bridal company that manages that wedding venue build a new seaside venue in the next prefecture over.

Director: They told us that the event from last time was so well received that they’d like us to do the opening ceremony for this venue too!

Muku: Uwaah…! I’m so glad they asked us to do it again!

Azuma: I’m very thankful and honored.

Guy: We have been near the seaside before.

Omi: The view was absolutely gorgeous.

Sakuya: Is there going to be another “Bridegroom Battle Royale” this time around?

Director: It’s looking like it. Given the guys from our company were so successful last time…

Director: This time they not only want us to do a play but participate in the “Bridegroom Battle Royale” too.

Misumi: I see~!

Tsumugi: The “Bridegroom Battle Royale” is an event where people compete to see who’s the best groom by taking on different challenges, right?

Taichi: Yep!

Kazunari: After each challenge, the people in the audience vote on who they think was acting the most like the perfect hubby!

Tsuzuru: And then the people with the fewest votes are voted out, right?

Citron: There are many challenges and it is very exciting!

Director: Well then, let’s get right into it and decide on who’s going to participate. Oh, and by the way, anyone who participates this time will have to wear a tuxedo, just like last time.

Hisoka: …Is there going to be a prize for winning the “Bridegroom Battle Royale” again?

Director: Yeah! This time it’s a vacuum cleaner! A robot vacuum cleaner to be exact!

Sakuya & Misumi: !

Kumon: That’s so cool! Just as fancy as last time!

Misumi: Sakuya, it’s a vacuum cleaner~.

Sakuya: Just yesterday, the Manager had to use a pretty rough-looking vacuum cleaner. What amazing timing!

Misumi: This would probably make cleaning way easier.

Sakuya: I don’t know if we’ll win, but I wanna try…

Misumi: Me too~!

Director: Well then, our grooms will be…

Masumi: Me.

Banri: Damn, could you raise your hand any faster?

Chikage: He raised his hand before Director-san could even finish.

Director: Eh, Masumi-kun, do you really want to?

Tsuzuru: I’m pretty you have entirely different intentions, don’t you?

Masumi: My feelings have been decided for a long time now. …I’ll be the Director’s groom.

Tsuzuru: Of course, you will.

Director: I’m not looking for a groom!

Masumi: Not doing it then… I don’t want to be a groom if I’m not yours.

Itaru: Y’know, it could be a chance for you to show Director-san the advantages you’d have as a groom, Masumi.

Masumi: !

Masumi: I’ll do it.

Itaru: Masumi’s been added to your party.

Banri: Well then, fine by me.

Sakuya: Um, I’d like to participate too!

Misumi: Me too~! I wanna do my best to get that vacuum~!

Yuki: Sakuya and Misumi are in the running, huh.

Azuma: I’m looking forward to seeing everyone as grooms.

Director: Well then, next is…

Kazunari: Hey hey, we totes won last time! Wouldn’t it be super pog to have a winner from our troupe again?

Kumon: Yeah! Winning back-to-back would be super cool!

Muku: Yeah, it would be really great if we could win for a second consecutive time.

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T/N:

(1) Reference to the “Bridegroom Battle Royale” event.

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Are you still doing requests for the splatbands ask game? If so, can we get 6 with Omega-3’s DJ? I love them so much 😭

Yep, and I’m always willing to talk about splatoon ^_^

And you have just opened Pandora’s box btw

6: headcanons for ω-3’s DJ

They/them maybe they/he. Like 18-21 in Splat2 and mid twenties at most by 3.

A Goldie. At least, genetically so. They have the intelligence and perhaps the longer life as well, but the looks are… off. Their scales don’t grow in right and they’re not as shiny. More of a dull metallic olive at the very least. They’re a lil self conscious abt it…

Pretty smart with tech and also has some street smarts. Struggled academically though.

Some of their rudeness is just from being too chummy and lax with people way too early on but they’re also just very disagreeable. Contrarian for the sake of it. Likes arguing and annoying people. The respect they hold for others is low- and even those they do respect in their mind sure as hell aren’t treated with it.

Doesn’t totally hate the other two, they do appreciate their presence and talent (+ vice versa) but they’re just… idk this is just how they are. They want things their way they think they can get away with being a total dick. But the other two can also be unbearable so it’s all back and forth and depends on the day and situation

Gets along better with the drummer bc they’re closer in age + the drummer isn’t nearly as stubborn or critical or bitchy as a certain cellist playing fish is… the two might live together too. Cellist lives on his own though maybe.

The cellist is their favorite person to fuck with. They always get on his nerves and they see anything he tells them not to do or whatever as a challenge. They generally dislike his state of authority in the band as they think he’s a bit too restrictive (though he does give them some leeway) and judgy, so they’ll take any chance to knock him down a peg.

And the Cellist gets frustrated that they rarely seem to take things seriously and their general attitude and whatnot.

Party animal. Pretty good and hyping up a crowd and keeping them that way.

Impulsive, makes a lot of bad decisions they end up regretting in both mundane and very serious situations. It’s only when consequences hit them that they start to feel bad but they can’t really stop. Don’t know how, don’t know if they even want to try. But they are more than a little self aware of the fact it’s becoming an issue.

Energetic but carries themself with a sort of unbothered, too-cool-for-school vibe. They try to be chill but they do get excited quite easily. They’re confrontational but try to never seem upset even when words or actions cut deep. If all that even makes sense.

Rough childhood in rough area. Shitty parents and an ok ish older sister. Music got them through the worst of it though their mother was very unsupportive of their goals. Soo they eventually just left, got enough money to start off with some odd jobs here and there and later gained financial stability through the band and perhaps some other things. I assume Goldies get some privileges esp regarding trade and finances bc they’re valuable members of society by default.

Their relationship with their sister is rough. A little distant and they argue a lot.

Familiar with Dedf1sh and her music. Doesn’t know her personally and is unaware of her fate but knows what many others do: that she was a talented musician who disappeared without a trace. They really want to know what happened to her.

The whole Grizzco situation is actually rlly fucking them up. they’re terrified. Worried sick abt the future but trying to appear OK abt it. But their anxiety and despair over it is strong and they can’t hold it together for much longer

But they do like laughing at particularly stupid Grizzco workers and runs that end in disaster for ‘em.

ALSO. My hc nickname for them is L.S./Ellis. Bc. Loyal Servant > L.S. > Ellis. Idk if or how the titles will be localized but until then this is what I’ve been calling em mentally.

#I love ω-3 sm #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatbands #music is great designs r great #and the mental image of three fish fighting each other everyday to make music is hilarious #the loyal servant of the true salmon king hizunamasu #asks #headcanons #ω-3 #the faithful servant of the true salmon emperor hizunamasu

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